So it was supposed to be a quiet sangria in the hostel bar...but madrid had other plans for us it would seem. The sangria was going down far too easily, and then we were joined by our hilarious roommates, Tegan and Dusty, and the wheels were truly in motion. Add to the mix some other keen-to -party hostel guests and before we knew it were in line for some huge club in downtown Madrid.

The place was huge and empty...until about 2am when people just came from nowhere and you could hardly move. Soon enough we had got ourselves behind the (velvet) ropped-off section, in true Kate and Katie style! Some rich Texan was buying bottles of Jack Daniels and trays of about 20 cokes at a time. Needless to say, we were on the Jacks from then too. We also had concocted some elaborate faux relationships as well - Dusty and Katie were now siblings, Tegan was their cousin and Kate was the best friend who went to Dusty´s school formal...random.

We thought the night was proving to be crazy up till this point but it would seem that is was very tame in comparison for what was to come. It would seem that Dusty likes to go a little nuts when on the juice, and is very responsive to dares. Kate then stepped in with another of her brilliant schemes i.e. play with the fire extinguisher, and there was Dusty, ready willing and able.

Those suckers really can blanket quite a bit of a hostel floor and your OWN bedroom. It looked like the aftermath of a nuclear war! there was powder everywhere. Needless to say, the other roommate who had stayed in was not too impressed with the whole event.

Punchline is we didn´t get caught and yes, the pics are coming - Spain is not very download savvy.